Alpha's Undesirable Bride Novels & Stories

This will not stop my wedding, but it will allow me a good joke. If the alpha thinks he will wed a virgin, he thought wrong.

A low sound rumbled in his chest—half warning, half amusement. “The contract says otherwise.” She took a step toward him before she could stop herself. “Then listen carefully, Alpha.” The air crackled. “I will follow your rules,” she said. “I will play the bride. But I will not be weak. And I will not die quietly to make your life easier.” The silence that followed was sharp enough to cut. Darius studied her for a long moment. Then he reached out, fingers brushing her wrist. Heat surged instantly—too strong, too fast.

"My scent is none of your concern. I am the bride of your Alpha. You will show some respect." Kaelin stepped closer, her Alpha-blood pressure flaring. The air in the room grew heavy, a weight pressing down on my lungs. As a non-shifter, I couldn't push back. I could only stand there and take it, my knees trembling under the sheer force of her aura.

“Your marriage is going to be built on debt - I hope you know that! No matter how pretty your gown may look, you’re still just a wolfless nobody marrying a poor bodyguard.” I grit my teeth, trying to tune her out. “Just be thankful that I was actually able to secure a worthy alpha to marry me. I’m going to be far richer than you could ever dream to be!” Dora continued to jeer. I was only free from her torment when I shut the door to the servant’s room.

Now, I was pretending to be someone else’s bride. Then there were the rumors. Alpha Draven’s brides always died. Not just one or two—a pattern. His first fiancée had been kidnapped, and while that story had circulated in my family, the others were different. Each bride-to-be after her had mysteriously died before the wedding ceremony could take place.

My mind reels, the betrayal of Natalie a sharp, unexpected twist of the knife. “And the best part?” Adriana continues, her voice laced with glee. “Alpha Dane arrives this very weekend to finalize the arrangement with Alpha Liam and collect his bride – you. Presented as the lovely Princess Natalie.” “You can’t do this!” I lunge upwards, pain shooting through my body, but the healers’ hands, gentle yet firm, restrain me. “I won’t be sold like cattle!”

"We made a deal that if I tried out how it felt to not wage war on the other menial packs for a year and I found it 'not bad' I'd permanently stop it. But if nothing had changed inside me by then, you'd assist me in formulating a plan to bring them to their knees. That was the plan. Not trying to bond with the daughter of the most stubborn alpha to ever exist." I spat the last part out. He met my gaze calmly. “It’s not just about bonding. It’s about facing the truth. Do you want peace? It starts with her.” I slammed my fist against the desk. The wood cracked slightly under the force. “Don’t bring her into this. If there is another alpha with the stubbornness to match mine, it is Brocks Vale.

“We will all look into it discreetly, but you are to act with caution Alpha, If you break the treaty without proof, you will have to take responsibility for everything that will happen, the war, the bloodshed" “I understand Elders, and you should rest assured I won't let that happen" I said through clenched teeth. He leaned forward slightly. “Be careful, Alpha She is not just your vampire bride. She is her mother’s daughter, and you of all people should know how cunning a vampire can be." I didn't respond,I left without another word. But the fire in my chest burned hotter than ever. I knew it, the elders never took sides, all they ever do is show the one who is front of them that their are o

he explained. I narrowed my eyes at him. “What deal did you make, Alpha?” I demanded as I felt as if it involved me. Father smiled nervously and then cleared his throat. “Alpha Klaus has a daughter and I have a son. We agreed to unite both kingdoms by marrying our children together. A bond sealed by blood. This way, it can never be broken. Thus, putting an end to the everlasting war,” he finally splurted out.

At some time point her face had been cut numerous times. He laughed. “Someday, Ysalane will cut your heart out.” Her dark eyes and deep voice were filled with hatred. “You aim too low, bruja.” “No, I aim just right.” “El jefe wants his bride ready to please him by tonight or you die,” the man said. He then released his hold on Marissa, as did the other man. She stumbled and nearly fell before she gained enough balance to stay upright. The men left, laughing.